My First Epiphone: Squishing Jam

All this talk about car smashing & pie-throwing is again reminding me of a simple moment I had one day in the basement of my father’s drugstore.  I must’ve been pricing some new inventory?  Anyway, one of the jars of jam happened to break, & suddenly I found myself squishing it’s jammy, berry goodness all over & amidst my hands/fingers.  I was cracking myself up, & just let myself relish & indulge in the sweet moment.  I’m so not a colonialist!

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